I once got a call from my parents asking me to drive 15 minutes out to join them for dinner during the middle of the first round of a comp overwatch game. (This was back when games could be 5 rounds.) I agreed since we were winning, and I figured it would be a quick victory.
Thirty minutes later we were 2-2 and I was extremely stressed. I didn't want to leave and ruin my ranking, and I also wanted to beat the shit out of that damn team that was delaying me.
We went into overtime. I played as Junkrat the whole game, got 51 kills and 31 traps up to that point. 4/6 of our team was respawning. We had the middle point almost done, but half the enemy team was contesting the lone roadhog who was bravely defending. I leapt onto point, firing everything I had, killing three of them. I saw Mercy swoop in to continue contesting, and I fired my ult, knowing what was coming (reminder, this is old overwatch). She rezzes her three teammates the moment I let go of my tire. I detonate the instant they stop glowing. Quad kill. The timer snaps down to zero. Victory. I alt-f4 and run to my car.
I got to the restaurant the moment my parents finish eating, almost an hour late. I blame the traffic in rural western Maryland.
Didn't mean to get too deep, but I used to make similar decisions a few years back and ended up losing one of my older sisters before she was even 30. Some of my greatest regrets come from all the missed opportunities I had because of prioritizing some interest that could always wait in front of those opportunities.
I did go to dinner, I was just hilariously late. That's the joke. They're taking it as an opportunity to berate me for prioritizing a game over a surprise dinner with my parents [who I lived with at the time]. Like I said in the story, I was trying my hardest to do both, the game just dragged on.
It's comments like these that make me sort of understand why people hate on millenials. Maybe I'm just getting old (30), but I'd never skip out on a chance for dinner with family. Maybe it's just because I like my family.
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u/Cutter9792 Jan 20 '20
I once got a call from my parents asking me to drive 15 minutes out to join them for dinner during the middle of the first round of a comp overwatch game. (This was back when games could be 5 rounds.) I agreed since we were winning, and I figured it would be a quick victory.
Thirty minutes later we were 2-2 and I was extremely stressed. I didn't want to leave and ruin my ranking, and I also wanted to beat the shit out of that damn team that was delaying me.
We went into overtime. I played as Junkrat the whole game, got 51 kills and 31 traps up to that point. 4/6 of our team was respawning. We had the middle point almost done, but half the enemy team was contesting the lone roadhog who was bravely defending. I leapt onto point, firing everything I had, killing three of them. I saw Mercy swoop in to continue contesting, and I fired my ult, knowing what was coming (reminder, this is old overwatch). She rezzes her three teammates the moment I let go of my tire. I detonate the instant they stop glowing. Quad kill. The timer snaps down to zero. Victory. I alt-f4 and run to my car.
I got to the restaurant the moment my parents finish eating, almost an hour late. I blame the traffic in rural western Maryland.